Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
Lord ByronWhat want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?
Lord ByronYet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.
Lord ByronFair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Lord ByronIt would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.
Lord Byron